Love You So Hard

by Tara Lain

  Jesse glanced around as he sipped his wine. “My guess is they’re looking at you and wondering how they can get you away from me.”

  Craig stared at the tablecloth. “You’re sweet.”

  “That’s correct—and I’m also truthful.” Jesse ate the last bite on his plate and settled back contentedly with his wine. “So tomorrow after my last class, we’ll do a shopping trip.”

  Craig swallowed and looked down at the sport coat he was wearing. “That bad, huh?”

  “Nope. Pretty cute. But I think we can gild the lily.” He tapped the tablecloth. “So, my place or yours? Mine is pretty basic.”

  Cotton in the mouth. “We can go to mine. It’s not much.”

  Jesse grinned. “We can work on that too. I have a flair for interior design but no money to put it to work.” He laughed. “I am so gay.”

  Craig laughed too. “I’m so glad.”

  Jesse gave him a look that about melted his shorts. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

  Craig paid, and after a walk through the restaurant that garnered a lot of admiring glances, they hit the parking lot and climbed into the gray sedan. Jesse looked around. “This is a pretty serviceable car.”

  Craig nodded and pulled out of the lot onto the Pacific Coast Highway. “Funny you should notice. I decided the car was another metaphor for my existence.”

  “Gray and boring?”

  “Yep.”

  “It’s all about choices. What you choose for yourself. You don’t have to spend a lot of money to have a fun car.”

  “Maybe you could help me find a different one?”

  “All part of tutoring.” Jesse turned in his seat so he faced Craig. “Tell you what. Your final exam is going to be getting that job you told me about. Or another one just as good.”

  Craig swallowed. “Really?”

  “Abso-fuckin-lutely. When you have that job under your belt, you graduate. You’re an official top and you no longer need a tutor. Agreed?”

  Craig smiled. “Agreed.”

  “Tell me about your mom.”

  “She has Alzheimer’s.”

  “Rough. I’m so sorry.” His voice held genuine sympathy.

  Funny, Craig told so few people about his mom. “Yeah, me too. She’s a great lady. What about you? Where’s your family?”

  “My dad’s a retired high school teacher in Riverside. He loved teaching, and he inspired me.”

  “Nice. Where’s your mom?”

  “She left when I was a kid. I stayed with my dad.”

  “That must have been hard.”

  “No, I was really little. My dad was my family from the time I can remember.”

  The headlights of oncoming cars flashed in Craig’s eyes. “My mom raised me alone.”

  “She must be really young to have such a terrible disease.”

  “Yeah. She is.”

  “I’d like to meet her.”

  Craig glanced over. Was he kidding? “You would?”

  “Yeah. You said she’s a great lady. I love great people.” His bright teeth reflected in the windshield.

  “That’s funny. I told her I was going on a date. You know, just to have something to talk about. She asked to meet you.”

  “Well, see. Meant to be.”

  Craig pulled the car into his parking lot. Showtime. He turned off the ignition. He could barely catch his breath.

  “Hey.”

  Craig looked over at beautiful Jesse.

  “Why don’t you kiss me?”

  “Oh.” Craig glanced at Jesse, who had a soft smile on his face.

  “It’s dark. Quiet. We’re going in to have sex. Seems natural.”

  “Okay.”

  Jesse stayed right where he was. Craig turned in his seat and scoped out the situation. He didn’t kiss a lot. The guys he had sex with usually didn’t bother. They just got a lubed finger in his butt, then stuck in their cock.

  Hmm. He scooted as close to the console as possible, reached out a hand, and slipped it behind Jesse’s head. That wild hair was super soft. Craig leaned forward and drew Jesse toward him. He came willingly but didn’t help. Okay, so this is lesson one.

  Close. Closer. Gently he touched his lips against Jesse’s. For a second it was all clinical. Was he doing it right? Then—wow. Soft, warm, yielding. Craig pressed a little harder and opened his lips over Jesse’s. He slid his tongue along the softly closed seam of the silken lips. A little moan vibrated in his chest.

  Wait. That came from Jesse. He’d made Jesse moan. That was good. Very good.

  Craig’s tongue persuaded back and forth. Jesse’s lips parted, and Craig slipped in. He froze. Too sweet. Too hot. Jesse moaned again. Oh, just right. Craig tightened his arms and pulled Jesse closer so he could press farther into the sweetness, his tongue exploring the soft unknown recesses. This was so new. He’d never been the aggressor in a kiss as far as he remembered. It made him feel powerful.

  Jesse seemed to like it. He tightened his hands behind Craig’s neck and whimpered as he pressed his tongue deep. Like some lightning bolt, a flash of electricity shot from Craig’s tongue straight to his cock. From interested to desperate in two seconds! Oh God, how could he get across the console? His mouth started to devour Jesse all on its own. He tightened his hands in the silky hair and pressed as much of his body as he could get across the barrier toward Jesse.

  Jesse pulled back. “Unless we’re secretly members of Cirque du Soleil, I think we better go inside.”

  Oh, right. Craig nodded, but his cock was up for the acrobatics. He pulled Jesse in for one more deep kiss.

  Jesse kissed back, then grinned. “I love it when you’re hot for me, because, baby, I am dying for you.”

  Even if it was just tutoring flattery, that idea made Craig’s cock twice as hard. He opened his door, stumbled out into the parking lot, and looked around. Good grief, what had he been thinking? What if someone had come by? Getting inside became top priority.

  Jesse came up beside him, and Craig clicked the lock remote on the car. He glanced into the shadows, took a deep breath, and wrapped an arm around Jesse’s shoulders. He fit real nice. A light came on in one of the attached townhouses. What if his neighbors saw? He loosened his hold.

  Jesse reached up and grabbed Craig’s hand where it rested on his shoulder. “We have as much right to be lovers as anyone.”

  Okay, that’s true. Not everyone agreed, but hell, that didn’t make it less true. Still, he hurried a little getting to his front door despite their tandem movement. He slipped the key in the lock, opened the door, and reached in to flip on the light. Then he stepped back and let Jesse walk in.

  Trying to look at his—what had Jesse called it?—“serviceable” living quarters from Jesse’s point of view made him shudder. Jesse looked around, then walked over to his shabby easy chair and put a hand on the phony leather. “This looks well used.”

  Craig shrugged. “It’s comfortable.”

  “I’ll bet.” As Craig turned on more lights, Jesse sat in the chair and pushed back until his feet were up in the air. “Very nice. We’ll have to try having sex in this chair sometime.”

  Whoa. What to feel? He loved that word “sometime,” which implied the future—that they’d have sex in the future. But Jesse also said “sex,” and that was on deck right now. If Craig had forgotten to be nervous before, he remembered now.

  Chapter FIVE

  CRAIG SWITCHED on another light and turned as Jesse pushed forward in the chair until the footrest collapsed and his feet were on the floor. He looked up at Craig and grinned. “You’ve got me, big guy. What are you going to do with me?”

  Craig swallowed. “Oh. Have sex with you?”

  “Want to be a little more specific?”

  “Uh, top you?”

  “Try again.”

  Well, hell. “Fuck you.”

  “Now that sounds good. What do you have in mind?”

  Okay, I get it. This is a lesson. “I’ll take you in the bedroom, lay you on th
e bed, and fuck you.”

  “Hmm. What about my clothes? Do you plan to use lube?” Jesse propped his elbow on the arm of the chair and rested his chin in it. “Tell me how it’s going to be.”

  Deep breath. “Well, maybe I’ll carry you.”

  “Ummmm.”

  That was a nice reaction. “And then I’ll take off your clothes.” Craig looked at the mischievous blue eyes. “Sloooowly take them off while I, uh, nibble on your, uh, ear. No, foot. Maybe foot.”

  Jesse smiled lazily. “I’m ticklish, but I love the idea.”

  This is fun. “I’ll take off my clothes.” A little crease between Jesse’s eyebrows said Stop. “I’ll do a striptease for you, okay?” That brought the smile back. “Then I’ll get some lube and—” He swallowed hard. “And I’ll slick my fingers and slooowly press them into your, uh, butt.”

  “Hmmm.” Jesse got up and unfastened his dark jeans. Oh my God! He pulled them down in one move, taking his boxer briefs with them, then turned and flopped over the chair arm with his ass toward Craig. “You mean this butt?”

  “Holy crap.”

  Jesse peeked around the arm of the chair upside down, his dark blond hair flopping on the seat. “I thought you might like a look at the goods.”

  Craig couldn’t swallow. That slim, tight ass pointed right at him, all hard and adorable. “Uh—”

  Gazing at Craig, Jesse reached back with both hands and pulled his asscheeks apart. Nestled in there was the prettiest pink pucker Craig had ever seen. Since he always bottomed, his partners got to see his hole, but not usually vice versa. It was a literal sight for sore eyes. His cock throbbed, it wanted in there so bad. Jesse smirked. “You like?”

  “Gorgeous.”

  “So maybe this chair gets its initiation right now, because unless you’ve got a pet, there’s something in those jeans dying to get out.”

  Craig stared down at the prominent bulge in his pants. “Yeah.”

  “Go get the lube and condoms and hurry.” Jesse kicked his legs, which looked funny since his pants were still bunched around his ankles.

  Feet don’t fail me now, as the old movies used to say. Craig hurried into the bedroom, kicked off his shoes, and toed off the socks while he rummaged for the lube and condoms in the bedside drawer. The denim pressed so hard on his cock, it hurt.

  When he ran back into the living room, Jesse had taken off his own shoes, and the pants were lying in a heap on the couch. The butt, however, was still perfectly positioned. He peeked back at Craig, and then his hands came up and pulled apart the cheeks again.

  Transfixed. What would it be like to put his tongue right there? Whew, he better walk before he tried to run. One foot in front of the other, he approached that perfect ass. He couldn’t help it. He leaned down and kissed one rosy cheek.

  “Thank you.”

  Fumbling in his pocket, he brought out the lube. He uncapped it and squirted a little in his hand. The plastic bottle slipped out of his fingers and bounced on the brown carpet. Nervous. He took a deep breath and swiped some sticky goo on one finger. He reached out but, damn, his hand shook so hard he couldn’t aim….

  Jesse wiggled a little. “You’ve got the target in sight. Go for the kill.”

  Craig laughed, and it came out as a giggle. With a rush, he tagged the hole with the lube and pushed inside. Holy crap! Hot in there. He closed his eyes. All slick and warm. Is that what he felt like to other guys? No way. Jesse was special. Slowly he pressed the curious digit in and searched around the smooth, silky walls. Jesse gasped and his body jumped. Craig ripped out his finger. “Oh God, did I hurt you?”

  “No baby, that’s just my prostate. Don’t stop. God. Put two in. Come on.” He wiggled again.

  Oh boy, yes. Craig scooped up more lube on two fingers as requested and pushed back in. Jesse’s hole seemed welcoming. Not resisting much at all. Craig’s own cock kept trying to climb out through the zipper to get at it.

  Jesse pushed back against Craig’s fingers and made wonderful mewling sounds. “This is so good. Come on. Do it. Fuck me.”

  Oh God. Terrified. Fortunately, though, he was even more turned on than scared. He grabbed a condom from his pocket, pulled down his zipper, and shucked the jeans and boxers all in one move before kicking them across the room. His cock sprang up so hard it slapped his belly.

  Jesse smiled in his upside-down position. “Oooh, verra verra nice.”

  He’d blush later. Right now all he wanted was to fuck. One rip with his teeth had the latex in his hand, and he rolled it onto his dripping dick. With the rest of the lube on his palm, he juiced up and took aim. This was the moment he’d dreamed of. He had to slow down just a little to savor it.

  Fitting the blunt head of his cock to the pink rosette that looked way too tight to receive it, he watched his dick slowly vanish inside. Oh my God. Oh. My. God. It might have seemed like a dream, but every nerve ending in his cock blazed with an incredible friction that attested to reality. Wow.

  His balls banged against Jesse’s butt. All the way in.

  Jesse looked up at him. “Hey, baby, congratulations. You’re officially a top. How is it?”

  “So incredible.” He could barely get the words out.

  “Okay, so hammer my ass.”

  Oh yes. Craig pulled out all the way to the tip, then watched it go in again. The visual was so sexy he wanted a camera. Out, another hard thrust, and then the feeling got way too much to keep his eyes open. Like the most delicious fire, streams of heat ran up his cock, into his balls, and spread out like a lava flow. Tingles and tremors bubbled like champagne through his body.

  He might not know how to top, but his cock did. He thrust so hard his teeth clicked together.

  “Oh yes. Fuck me.” Jesse was pushing back like a wild man.

  So great. Jesse seemed to love it. Oh God, so did he. How had he never done this before? Think. What did he like when he was getting topped? Oh yeah. He leaned over Jesse’s back, wrapped his arm around his narrow hips, and grabbed a very hard and wet cock. With long strokes, he cranked him.

  “Oh man, Craig. That’s so great. Oh yeah. Won’t last. You’re too good. Oh yeah.”

  Good? Oh, he loved being good. He couldn’t last much longer either. With every thrust, his balls tightened and the friction on his cock got closer to heaven.

  “Craig, oh God. Harder!”

  He bent over that cosmic butt and pounded like a pile driver while his hand pumped Jesse’s cock just as hard. Oh crap, it felt so good.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh Craig, ohhh—” Jesse’s spunk squirted out so hard it made Craig’s hand tingle, and fluid squished between his fingers and dripped onto the chair.

  Sweet God, he’d made Jesse come. Head’s going to explode. Holy crap. “Shiiiiit!” The top of his head flew off and his brains scattered to outer space as wave after wave of trembling, flaming pleasure filled every nerve end. Coming. Oh God, coming and coming.

  Like a balloon with no air, he fell over Jesse’s back, his cock still locked in that heavenly hole. Smooth shoulder skin pressed against his lips, so he kissed it. That was all the energy he had left. He felt a jiggling under his middle, then heard soft giggles coming from the body below him. What was funny?

  “Oh baby, for a guy who’s never topped, you sure made up for lack of experience. You can top me anytime.”

  That made him both happy and sad. Happy he’d done well, sad that he’d waited all this time to discover it—and that he was a step closer to being done with tutoring.

  He kissed Jesse’s smooth skin one more time before he backed off and pulled his softening cock out of Jesse’s bottom. The guy just lay there chuckling with his bare butt all rosy and shiny. So cute it was ridiculous.

  So, what do I do now? Craig looked down at his rumpled shirt and bare legs, his soft happy cock hanging in the middle with a limp condom still attached. He slid it off and plopped it in a bowl on the end table. Okay, he’d created a fantasy and hadn’t lived it all the way out yet. More to do
. He glanced at Jesse’s bare ass. What if he wants to go home now? What if he doesn’t want to live out the dream? Jesus, being the top was fraught with anxiety. He had to make so many decisions. Risk rejection at every turn.

  Oh hell. Be a top. He stepped over and took hold of Jesse’s shoulders. Jesse squeaked, but Craig kept going. He pulled him up until Jesse was on his feet, then reached down and picked him up in his arms like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold. Oops. Better not share that analogy. Jesse just smiled as Craig carried him into the bedroom.

  HE’D PUT on fresh sheets earlier and had left them pulled back. He gently sat his pretty burden on the bed, pulled off his shirt, and then scooted Jesse onto the pillow. “Be right back.” He hurried into the bathroom, dragged off his own shirt and tossed it, warmed a washcloth, and wiped his hands and cock. He grabbed another cloth, got it just right, and took it back to Jesse.

  Jesse sat against the headboard, smiling as Craig perched on the edge of the bed and wiped the cum that had splashed on Jesse’s chest. Jesse laid a finger against Craig’s cheek. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “You’re a natural top, you know?”

  Wow. “Really?”

  “Yes. Tops take care of people, guide them, make them happy. You do that as second nature. Look how you care for your mom.”

  He’d never thought of that. “Thanks.” He took the cloth to the bathroom and came back to find Jesse snuggled under the covers. His heart leaped. “You’ll stay with me?”

  Jesse grinned. “You brought me here. I figured you wanted me to stay.”

  “Oh yes.” He wouldn’t say that he was rapidly wanting Jesse to stay forever.

  Chapter SIX

  NO ONE had ever spent the night with him before. He’d been too ashamed to admit that hours ago when they’d first curled up together. He’d even slept for a while, but the joy had wakened him. The reality of having someone in his bed was wondrous. Not someone. Jesse.

  Very soft light crept in under the shades, and he stared at the outline of pretty Jesse lying on his stomach beside him, snoring softly. The wild, fair hair curled on his back and fell across his cheekbone. Craig gently brushed it away.